16.
Chapter 16: Return to the Dungeon, Dungeon Advisor,
Congratulations Player! You have reached your body's current biological peak!
Reward: Successful dungeon dives now reward Gatcha Tickets, in exchange for daily workouts.
'Huh…kind of a shame. But then again, it seems my life will now revolve around the dungeon.'
The loss of a guaranteed Gatcha just from a simple workout was definitely a loss. Though the excelia gain wouldn't be able to compare to that from the dungeon, he wondered if there were requirements for the reward, could he just go to the first floor for 10 minutes and come out with a Gatcha?
A successful dungeon dive must meet certain requirements: Time minimum of 2 hours and 50 magic stones harvested.*
(*) Certain milestones could garner better rewards.
'That's not too bad. In fact that's just fine.' Funds will be important for the future. He had no qualms against those requirements. And thanks to his luck, profits will come all the easier.
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Chico started his day early.
His body was leaner, stronger. His movements more practiced. No armor weighed him down—only the calm anticipation of combat. After a quiet breakfast and one last check of his supplies, he left the manor and walked toward Babel Tower with a cool confidence in his stride.
Today was his second real dive. He'd mapped out his target floors and packed accordingly. The Dungeon was no longer a mystery, it would now be a part of him.
Blades hidden in his item hold, Mimic ready to be summoned, and potions holstered at his thighs and belt, he passed through the white arch into the Dungeon proper.
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The First Floor
He moved through the first floor with efficiency.
A goblin emerged first—wild-eyed, crude dagger in hand. Chico didn't slow. He ducked low, cutting once across the gut, then again through the neck. The goblin dropped before it could scream.
A flick of his fingers.
"Mimic."
The odd little monster appeared with a burbling noise, more energetic than ever. It wasted no time.
GULP.
A few seconds later, it opened its chest-like maw and offered up a modest magic stone, and a chipped Goblin Fang. Chico pocketed both, nodded his thanks, and pressed on.
The Mimic seemed to be steadily growing in strength and intelligence. Before he had drag the corpses into the chest's maw, but now, with a command, it used its…disturbingly long tongue to grab ahold of the corpse and take it into its mouth and eat it whole. It would either spit out the monster stone and drop items or just open its maw, mouth hidden, and leave them within the chest. It was honestly astonishing that it worked like this. Considering the Mimic ate the entire thing…and it would still drop a goblin fang, or a Kobold's nail.
Kobolds followed shortly after—one at first, then a second. Chico weaved between their swings and dropped them cleanly, taking only minor scrapes. Mimic consumed the bodies eagerly, spitting out small stones and a Kobold Nail with a wet clink.
He was quick, efficient, unshaken.
No longer the nervous newcomer of his first dive.
When he reached the end of the floor, he found it waiting: the familiar descent—a natural staircase, straight cold stone, pulsing faintly with the Dungeon's strange life.
He drew a breath.
"Next."
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The Second Floor
The second floor looked much the same as the first—same architecture, same faint blue glow—but the atmosphere felt a little different. More tense, would be an accurate way to describe it. Chico moved carefully, blades drawn, keeping mental track of every turn he took.
After a few minutes of walking, that's when he saw it.
A Dungeon Lizard.
A brown, low-slung quadruped with sucker discs on its feet. Its body hugged the stone floor, and it moved with a tense, slowtail flicking, eyes alert. It hadn't noticed him yet.
Chico extended a hand and conjured a Magic Arrow. A grey arrow of mana formed beside him with a dull shimmer.
But the lizard's head snapped toward him.
It sensed the magic.
With a low hiss, it sprinted toward him, then without warning, it ran up the wall and clung to the ceiling. The sucker discs on its feet let it scurry effortlessly across the stone above.
Chico cursed under his breath, canceled the spell, and readied his blades.
He waited.
The lizard coiled, then sprang, leaping from above in a deadly arc.
He met it in midair.
With a clean twin-slash. The lizard crashed to the floor, lifeless.
Chico exhaled slowly. "Faster…seems the second floor holds stronger monster's compared to the first, that's for sure."
He summoned Mimic again. The little creature emerged with glee and began pulling the lizard's carcass into its grotesque maw. The crunching was wetter this time, and longer.
After a moment, it opened wide—revealing a a magic stone that was a bit bigger than the average Kobold stone, and a curled, scaly Lizard Tail. Chico took both.
"Let's not think too hard about how you do that," he muttered.
Mimic chirped in agreement, then vanished back into storage.
Chico cleaned his blades with a cloth, rolled his shoulders, and turned back down the corridor.
"Alright. That's one. Let's see what else is crawling around down here."
And with steady steps, he moved deeper into the second floor of the Dungeon.
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*CRACK*CRACK*CRACK*CRACK*CRACK*CRACK*
'Well this seems familiar…' It seemed that the dungeon has decided to grace me with a bit of a challenge.
Chico stopped in his tracks at the echoing fractures of stone and magic behind him. His grip on his swords tightened instinctively.
The spawning cracks had faded, but the monsters were there.
Four Kobolds. Two Dungeon Lizards.
All of them crouched and ready—fangs bared, tails twitching. The corridor was narrow, enough space to swing freely, but it also meant they'd come at him in a choke point.
He inhaled once through his nose, steadying his heart.
Overdrive Core pulsed faintly in the back of his mind, ready—but he ignored it.
No tricks. No boosts. Just blades and my body.
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The Kobolds lunged first—gnarled and barking like feral dogs, claws raised.
Chico met them.
He twisted left, dodging a swipe, then slid his short blade straight through a chest. The beast collapsed, snarling even as it died. Another Kobold tackled him from the side—claws raked across his shoulder, tearing through fabric and grazing skin.
He hissed but didn't stop.
His elbow smashed into the beast's snout, dazing it, and a clean backhand slash ended the second one.
Two down.
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A Dungeon Lizard darted forward next, skittering across the floor. The third Kobold flanked from the other side, trying to force him to split his focus.
The lizard jumped—Chico ducked.
The creature hit the wall, then scurried up to the ceiling with frightening speed, circling him like a vulture.
The Kobold came in with a swipe aimed at Chico's hip. He blocked with his forearm, taking the hit with a wince, then slammed a fist into the creature's chin. It staggered.
BAM.
A brutal kick to the side knocked the Kobold down, and a downward thrust finished it off.
That's when the lizard struck from above.
Claws raked down his back. Not deep, but sharp. Chico grunted, twisting and slashing upward wildly.
The blade caught the lizard's belly, a grazing blow, not fatal. The creature screeched and scrambled away, blood leaking from its side.
He didn't give it time to recover.
He dashed forward, ducked beneath a lunging Kobold, then planted a boot in the Dungeon Lizard's side—crunch—knocking it off balance. His sword plunged through the lizard's skull a moment later.
Four down. Two to go.
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The last Dungeon Lizard had taken to the wall, hanging back, waiting. It was smarter, watching him, letting the others wear him down.
The final Kobold was more aggressive. Its claws ready to administer pain. It snarled with bloodlust.
They came at once.
The Kobold led the charge, leaping with both arms raised. Chico ducked low, rolling to the side, but caught a slight rake across his lower back. Not deep, but it stung, he bit back a curse and launched himself forward, the kobold tried to raise its arms, but it was too late. A clean slash from its chest all the way to its jaw.
The Kobold's head snapped back, and it crumpled.
Only the lizard remained.
It hissed, tongue flicking out, claws twitching.
"Come on then."
It launched itself—fangs bared.
Chico met it in midair again, this time slower, his muscles sore and bleeding, but his form tighter. His blade entered beneath the jaw and out the top of the skull in a clean, brutal finish.
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Silence.
His chest rose and fell.
Blood trickled down his back, shoulder, and one of his forearms, cuts, scratches, and bruises. He'd been careless at points. He wasted moves, like when he punched one of the Kobolds instead of stabbing it in the throat.
Pain throbbed through his body.
But he was alright. Victorious.
He let out a slow breath and gave a tired grin.
"So that's what an adventurer's pain feels like…"
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He summoned Mimic.
The odd creature appeared with a gurgle and didn't even wait for a command. One by one, the bodies were devoured. One by one, magic stones and drop items were coughed out: Kobold Nails, and another 2 Lizard Tails.
Chico collected them all.
He sat down for a moment, took a swig from a potion vial—not the whole thing, just a sip, he would drink more on his way up, and leaned his head back against the cool Dungeon wall.
The fight had been fast.
But his heart was still pounding.
"Next time, I'll be better."
Because he knew, this was still early.
"Pain is supposed to be a teacher, and I've only begun the lessons."
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Chico's pouches were full, too full.
Magic stones filled one side. Drop items filled the other. And still, some had overflowed into his pockets, bulging awkwardly with fangs, nails, and a number of lizard tails.
He ascended the staircase from the third floor slowly, not from fatigue, but satisfaction. His body ached, but it was the good kind—the soreness that came with growth. He had slain 78 monsters in total by the time he reached the exit to the first floor.
"…nah," he muttered under his breath. "Let's make it 80."
Two more goblins fell to his blades, nothing more than fodder now. 47 goblins, 23 kobolds, 10 dungeon lizards. Not a bad haul for a second dive, no, it was great.
His guess? He'd earned over 100,000 valis from this single trip alone. At least 30,000 from the stones alone, but the item drops, oh he was looking forward to it.
That thought brought a little bounce to his step as he pushed past the open entrance to the surface and walked out into the late afternoon light. His body had a little bit of dried blood, but thanks to two full vials of basic healing potion, which had erased the worst of the scratches and bruises—though not all. His clothes still bore the tears, especially at the shoulder and lower back.
He looked like any other adventurer, weathered, yet alive.
The Guild Headquarters came into view, and his pace quickened. He weaved past tired adventurers, some arguing over quests on the board, and groups of rookie teams celebrating small victories. Then he saw them—
Miss Eina and Miss Flott, handling the lines at the front as always.
But his eyes locked on her.
Blonde hair, businesslike posture, and those sharp, emerald green eyes that always managed to pin him with a mix of exasperation, concern, and warmth. Her voice was calm and efficient as she helped the adventurer in front of her, but the moment she spotted him, her eyes flicked once toward his shoulder, and narrowed.
Chico smiled.
He took his place in her line, standing tall with his bulging pouches and a quiet pride in his eyes.
When it was finally his turn, Ariel tilted her head, wearing a practiced smile…that slowly shifted into a mock frown.
"You've got three visible scratches. Two on the arm, and one on your shoulder. Care to explain?"
Chico just chuckles, hands casually resting on the back of his neck. "Well, I wanted to feel what getting cut actually feels like. Figured I wasn't…very accustomed to pain."
Ariel blinked. "So you let monsters claw you on purpose?"
"Not exactly. I just…didn't dodge a few times."
She stared at him, lips pursed. "…That might be the dumbest thing I've heard."
He just turned slightly, lifting the back of his shirt. The skin was freshly healed, but the bruising told the story.
"See? All patched up. Just a lesson in pain tolerance."
Her lips parted as if to scold him again, but something softened in her gaze. Her arms crossed under her chest, and she gave a quiet sigh.
"Still. Be more careful next time. I mean it."
"I will," he promised, eyes steady. "Unless I really have to be reckless."
Ariel narrowed her eyes again, then let out another sigh, longer this time.
"Spoken like a true adventurer," she muttered.
Then, as if flipping a switch, her expression reset to professional calm. "Well then, how may I assist you today?"
Chico was looking forward to this. "I'd like to turn in my magic stones and drop items. Privately."
She gave a curt nod. "Of course. Right this way."
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They moved from the main lobby toward one of the private processing booths, reserved for adventurers with valuable or bulky hauls—or those who just preferred not to dump a pile of monster fangs in front of a crowd.
As they entered the quiet space and the door clicked shut behind them, Chico brought her into a light hug, one Ariel did not anticipate. And the hug was over as soon as it began. Chico smiled at her reaction, she seemed to hold a small blush. He pats her on the shoulder and speaks.
"It's good to see you, sorry I didn't visit the guild yesterday, was preparing for the 2nd & 3rd floor."
"…Well now that I'm your dungeon advisor, I can help with that. Let's get your payment sorted out…and it's also good to see you too."
With both of them nodding at each other, the pair proceeded.
Ariel brought out a small ledger crystal and a scale. Her posture remained professional, but the quiet between them felt comfortable.
Chico took a seat, his legs finally relaxing. He unslung the pouches, and emptied his pockets, setting them on the table with a soft thud.
"Let's see just how rich I got today," he said with a satisfied smirk.
She activated the Guild's crystal ledger, and a soft glow emitted from the table's surface. Before she could even start processing the first magic stone, Chico reached over and started helping.
Ariel raised an eyebrow. "Chico…while your assistance is appreciated, you know you don't have to—"
"I don't mind," he said with a casual shrug, flashing her a small smile. "Besides, sorting's easier when we're two people."
She opened her mouth, ready to object again, but stopped. Something in his tone made her hesitate. There was no stubbornness in his voice—just sincerity. And so, she simply nodded and allowed it.
The two fell into an easy rhythm. Kobold stones were slightly larger, more jagged, while goblin stones had a duller sheen. The dungeon lizard stones were a bit darker, also bigger than either of the stones. Experience made sorting simple, and the occasional bump of fingers made it more amusing than tedious.
47 goblin stones, 23 kobold stones, and 10 dungeon lizard stones
"Total for the stones…" Ariel muttered, watching the counter on the ledger crystal tick upward as she fed each stone into the slot. "30,450 valis."
She looked up, visibly impressed. "For a solo adventurer in the first few floors, that's…honestly incredible."
Chico grinned. "Not bad, right?"
"Not bad," she echoed, still typing.
Then he reached for the drop item pouch.
"And now for the main event," he said, a little mischievous spark in his eye. "This was the reason I asked for a private booth."
Ariel blinked. "What do you mean—?"
Chico untied the pouch and spilled its entire contents across the table.
*Clink*. *Clatter*. *Thunk*.
Goblin fangs, sharp kobold nails, and thick, leathery dungeon lizard tails slid and tumbled in a noisy avalanche across the table.
Ariel's emerald eyes widened. "W-Wait…this can't be…how many…"
"80," Chico answered smoothly. "One drop item from each monster I killed."
"That's…" She leaned forward, sorting through the piles in disbelief. "That's nearly impossible. Even some party-based expeditions don't haul this much in drop items."
Chico raised a hand, palm up. "Well, if we keep this between you and me, advisor-adventurer confidentiality and all, I'll tell you why."
Ariel gave him a long look.
Then she nodded. "You are my adventurer and I am your advisor."
Chico leaned in a little closer, dropping his voice. "It's one of my…traits. Not ready to go over everything just yet, but I've got one that affects luck. Basically, anything chance-based tends to swing in my favor."
She blinked, then leaned back with a quiet chuckle. "You're kidding."
"Nope."
Ariel raised a hand to her mouth, thinking. "Wait…wait a second. You're saying that is why you won ten coin tosses in a row?"
Chico froze.
A beat passed. Then two.
He slowly turned toward her, face turning a noticeable shade of pink. "I shall neither confirm nor deny these accusations…"
Ariel burst into laughter, rich and melodic. "Oh gods, that's what it was?! I thought I was just being outmatched in probability!"
"I was young and full of hubris…" Chico mumbled, dramatically covering half his face with a hand.
"You are still young and have a healthy amount of hubris! Though, I'm not mad," she said, still giggling. "Honestly, I didn't mind following you here, even if you cheated."
He looked up with a smile. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
"I say it like someone who's never betting against you again."
Once they calmed down, Ariel resumed counting the drop items, professionally, this time, though her eyes still shimmered with leftover amusement.
She tallied the final total.
"71,800 valis. That brings your grand total to…"
She tapped a key. The numbers flashed.
"102,250 valis."
Chico let out a low whistle. "I'm gonna need a bigger pouch."
Ariel placed the filled coin sack onto the table with a soft thunk, it was heavy enough that the table slightly groaned.
"Congratulations," she said, giving him an approving smile. "That's a haul worthy of a party."
"Not bad for my second dive," Chico said as he fastened the pouch to his belt. "And don't worry, I'll be here tomorrow. First official advisor session."
"I'll be ready," she said, her tone gentler than before.
He gave her a little wave. "Until then."
She watched him go, still smiling long after he left the room.
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As Chico stepped out of the Guild and into the soft glow of the evening, his steps were light. His body was sore, his clothes were torn, but his heart was full.
He had a fortune in his pocket.
He had plans for tomorrow.
And he had Gatchas to roll.
'Gatcha?'
Feat Achieved! A Very Successful Dungeon Dive.
Description: In just your second trip to the dungeon, you have earned an impressive amount of valis.
Bonus Feat: Earn 100,000 or more valis in a single trip.
Rewards: Silver Skill Advantage Gatcha Ticket & Random Gold Gatcha Ticket
'I'm already preferring the trips to the dungeon compared to the daily workout.' Chico smiled, and made his way home.
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Evening settled over Orario in warm hues, casting long shadows as adventurers funneled home through the bustling main roads. Chico moved quietly against the current, already envisioning the comfort of a shower and familiar walls. His steps were steady, mind teeming with the events of the day: the monsters he felled, the wealth he earned, and the moment of laughter he shared with Ariel.
He reached the manor as the last light faded from the sky.
Once in his room, Chico peeled off his battered clothes and stepped into a hot shower. The water ran down his body with the best kind of warmth. He scrubbed away the dungeon's grime, dressed in a clean tunic and soft pants, then made his way to the dining hall.
It was quiet. Neither Persephone nor Demeter were present. That was fine. He could catch them later.
After a simple meal, Chico returned to his room, pausing briefly in the hallway. He glanced toward Demeter's quarters, hand half-raised, tempted to knock. But it was still early in the evening. So instead, he returned to his room, collapsed onto the bed, and allowed himself a nap to pass the time.
Sleep took him swiftly.
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At some point, his door creaked open.
A figure stepped inside, barefoot, quiet. The Goddess of Harvest smiled gently as she saw her young adventurer curled in sleep, tucked into a fetal position, arms drawn in. She approached soundlessly and, after a moment's hesitation, laid down beside him on the bed. Her head rested opposite his, golden hair spilling onto the pillow.
Her gaze lingered on Chico's peaceful face, his soft breathing, the slight furrow between his brows even in rest. Her lips quirked.
Then, in his sleep, Chico reached out, and pulled her in.
Demeter blinked in surprise, then chuckled silently. He was a cuddler. Of course he was. With his arm now draped over her waist and his breath brushing her cheek, she let herself relax. His body was warm. His presence was steady. And so, she allowed herself to drift into sleep beside him.
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An hour passed. Chico stirred.
His eyes opened slowly to the dim room, and then widened.
Demeter lay beside him, snug in his arms, her pink dress draped delicately between them. Her expression was peaceful, lips parted slightly, her scent of earth and blooming wildflowers wafting up to meet him.
Chico blushed furiously.
He didn't pull away.
Instead, he watched her for a heartbeat longer, then took in a breath through his nose, memorizing her scent. That was when Demeter's eyes fluttered open. A sly smile curled her lips.
"Fufufu…did you have a nice nap?" she murmured. "I hope I didn't make too bad of a pillow."
Chico's heart jumped. He swallowed, face still flushed. "You make a wonderful pillow, Demeter."
She giggled, that melodic sound dancing in the air like petals on wind.
Chico eventually eased away and sat up, still a bit stunned by her presence and the intimacy they'd just shared. She sat up too, smoothing her dress, her favorite pink one, Chico noted silently. The way it framed her figure made his thoughts blur.
"I wanted to ask about your day," she said, brushing her hair behind her ear, "but you looked so peaceful. I didn't have the heart to wake you."
Chico smiled and told her everything, his successful dive, the monster stone profits, and the mountain of drop items. He skimmed over the finer details but conveyed the enormity of the accomplishment.
Demeter listened with wide eyes and an ever-growing smile. "Over one hundred thousand valis…in a single day? Chico, that's astonishing!" She paused, eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. "What are you planning to do with that kind of money?"
He laughed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Not sure yet. I've got ideas, though. Salamander wool, undine cloth, maybe buy some ore for my armor. And I'll save whatever I can."
She nodded in approval. "Very responsible. Would you like a status update?"
"Definitely," Chico said, straightening.
They moved to her room, as always. Chico disrobed from the waist up and laid face-down on her plush bed. Demeter climbed over him, straddling his legs with natural grace. She prepared the needle, pricked her finger, and let a drop of golden ichor fall onto his back.
The ritual began.
A warm pulse rippled through him.
When she finished, Demeter copied the updated status onto a fresh parchment and handed it to him.
Francisco 'Chico' Sol
Demeter Familia
Race: Human
Strength: I80→H120
Endurance: H115→H140
Dexterity: I75→H120
Agility: H110→H120
Magic: I75→H115
Skills:
— Habilidad Activa:
-Overdrive Core
-Magic Arrow
Magic:
— Four Arms
— Lightning Spear
— Light Shield
— Weather
— Summon Item
— Conditioning
— Arc
— Desperation
— Ripen
She then laid across his back, cheek against his shoulder blade, comfortable in their closeness.
"Hmm…what's the new one?" she asked. "Ripen?"
Chico chuckled. "It allows me to mature and ripen organic matter like plants, and crops. It's fitting… considering the goddess I am under."
There was silence for a beat.
Then: "KYAAAA—!"
Demeter squealed in joy and glomped him in a warm hug, rolling him onto his back with infectious laughter. Chico laughed too as she hugged him tightly, the parchment nearly flying across the room. He returned the hug, arms firm around her.
When she finally let go, their positions had shifted.
Demeter now straddled his lap completely.
…
Chico stared up at her, breath caught in his throat. Her pink dress fanned around her like a blooming flower, her golden hair cascading over him. Her face hovered just above his, cheeks rosy, eyes soft with affection.
Her hand brushed his cheek. Their faces inched closer. His heart pounded like a war drum in his chest.
And then—
*Knock knock*
A voice. "Mother? Are you alright? I heard a scream."
Both of them froze.
"Persephone…" Chico whispered in dread.
Demeter leapt off his lap in record time, smoothed her dress, and opened the door with a sheepish smile.
"Sorry, sweetheart. Just a status update."
Persephone blinked. "You're flushed. Do you have a fever?"
"No, no. Chico-kun just…gained a very fitting magic for our Familia."
Persephone's gaze slid over to Chico, who had turned away and was very obviously trying to hide the atomic blush now reaching his neck. She arched a brow, but nodded.
"I see...Goodnight, then."
"Goodnight."
The door closed. Silence fell again.
Chico, still looking anywhere but at her, whispered, "Thanks for the update. I should go."
"…Yes," Demeter murmured, biting her lip. She stood frozen for a moment, then caught his hand.
He turned. Her eyes met his.
She stepped forward and hugged him tightly, he stilled for a moment, then he embraced her in kind.
When they parted, Demeter stared into his eyes, with the same amount of affection as earlier, she then stood on her toes, cupped his face, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
It was soft. Quick.
But it left Chico reeling.
Demeter buried her face in his chest afterward. "You don't have to answer right away," she said softly. "But don't make a maiden's heart wait too long."
She pulled open the door, gently nudged him out, and shut it behind him.
Chico stood there for a long moment, fingers pressed to his lips.
His brain was…broken.
His heart thundered like a storm. His stomach was tight with emotion, and every breath he took was laced with the memory of her scent, the warmth of her body, the sweetness of her kiss.
He slowly made his way back to his room in a daze.
And just when he thought the night couldn't surprise him more—
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Feat Achieved! — Your Very First Kiss!
Description: Congratulations on your first kiss! To a goddess no less!
Reward: 1 Random Gold Gatcha Ticket
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"…Huh."
The message blinked in his mind. Chico could only groan and laugh helplessly as he fell face-first into his bed.
He'd roll the Gatcha now, but he doubted anything could change the thoughts of his mind…and heart.
'Open Gatcha.'
Rolling… 1x Silver Skill Advantage Gatcha Ticket & 2x Random Gold Gatcha Ticket
Adept Teaching (3.2 Rarity, 0.71% odds)
-Rare Skill-
You are a great teacher, you could even call yourself GTO if your name starts with O. You are skilled at imparting your knowledge and skills to others, even if they are a poor student. You can also teach anyone any one of your skills as long as they are physically capable and the skill is below rare rank.
Or
Throwing (2.2 Rarity, 2.14% odds)
-Uncommon Skill-
You are fairly skilled at throwing a variety of objects with speed and accuracy, being able to land a stone on the head of a target from across the street without trouble.
&
Black Key Rites (4.2 Rarity, 0.21% odds)
-Elite Item-
Fate - A holy rite that allows the user to create black keys themselves using energy
&
Big Battery (3.5 Rarity, 0.63% odds)
-Rare Trait-
Your energy reserves are noticeably above average, not so much that you would be touted as a genius above all but enough to be very noticeable.
'Huh…'
'Choose throwing…and goodnight.'
Choice confirmed…goodnight
The Gatcha seemed to respond to him, but that didn't really matter.
For now, all he could do was lay there, heart full, lips tingling, and mind consumed by one thought:
…He really, really, wanted to kiss her again.
Only Two Days Remained.
Chapter 16 End